#ver ... praedator ... ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ... canon ❅

[cardiolog1st]

"on your wall… you mean hung and mounted?" he quips, side-eyeing her. finally breaks into a small, mischievous grin at her reaction. nudges her softly, "i'm kidding."

"i should eat." stands and stretches out his sore back. he doesn't have the best appetite these days. keeps hearing too much on the radio, how the police have been scouting out praedator activity, stop searches, warrants for every other shop and whatnot. it feels like a noose tightening around his neck, and he's being forced to smile through the rope burn.

"ah, why not." shrugs at the suggestion. pulls out his wallet from back pocket, "my treat this time, okay? for the… shitty juicebox."

Someone else might have considered such a complaint to be dramatic - Tang Sanyue, however, is exactly the type of woman to think an under-sweetened juice warrants this kind of reaction. She sounds, in fact, a little too pleased with herself, like her evil schemes have been pulled off without a hitch. " - Well, you should know you're always welcome at mine. You'd be a special guest and end up on my wall of famous and important clients, if I had such a thing."

Uncrosses her arms at his suggestion, stretching like a cat - and pushes away from where she had been leaned comfortably against the back wall. "Going to take your own advice? Winning because you collapsed from having nothing except a sour juice box in the next six hours sounds sort of...UNDERHANDED." Despite their so-called rivalry, she really- DOESN'T MIND HIM. Not at all a bad neighbor, all things considered, and it's nice to have someone to talk to now and again on a long night full of picking out bullets. "Come on." Tilts her head with a grin. "There's a new crepe place around the corner, I think."

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[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them. / reverse loni

" i'm fine, take care of yourself. " he winces, feeling the pour of blood as he uses the muscles in his shoulder, gritting his teeth to strangle the sound of pain threatening to escape . there's a trick of the light; a shift or a noise behind her, causing him to tense up. " you're much more indispensable than i am. & we're not out of the woods yet. "

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@packless / starter.

hearing entry, he looks up from the dull work of stacking up the cages, wiping dirty hands on his pants. the visitor is unexpected. important people like her usually have their own medical help; though that isn't to say high-brow individuals haven't stumbled into his establishment looking for aid in desperate times. that gives him good leverage. he inclines a nod, acknowledging with an attitude only barely above conciliatory, " how can i help? "

[cardiolog1st]

verse tags.

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Praedator Zayne please🙏🏾

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"Do you trust me Zayne? I....might need to kidnap you in layman's terms but I'd rather have your consent."

-🌺

he tugs at the restraints, metal clanking at his sides as it's pulled to the limit; no give. brows furrow as he takes into account the conditions he's being kept in - clearly, the lcbi doesn't care for preadator rights. he's completely at her mercy. shrugs. he has the feeling that he won't be afforded any choice; he'll have to comply with whatever she requests of him. " of course ... i consent. " smirks, better to butter her up with the nice act first. " whatever you have to do. "

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❛ here. something to take the edge off. ❜ (tangtang tossing him a juicebox. u can decide if they're at the hospital on an extra long shift or if they're hanging out in the dark alley behind their neighboring illegal clinics XD)

he catches it before the item registers. turns it over & issues a soft huff of laughter. " what are you, five? " despite the complaints, he pokes the straw through the container & takes a sip. a little sour for his liking; he'd prefer it to be sweeter. pauses. shoots her a dubious look. it's almost believable, but for the hint of a smirk on his lips that dashes away the severity of the moment, " wait a minute ... you're not trying to get rid of your competition, are you? tang tang, did you poison this? "

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as long as you’re with me, i can’t be lost. ( minsoo - no one's safe from him him being an shameless flirt :| )

" is that so? " he asks wryly. he's used to the coy tease, reads between the fanciful turn of phrase with ease. taps the seat of his bike with some impatience. it's only a routine fix, yet subjected to minsoo's paltry attempt flirting, it feels like an eternity. what is he even doing here anyway? doesn't he have a job to get to? supressing an urge to roll his eyes, he replies dryly, " i do suppose your sense of direction is rather ... lacking. "

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the bathroom looks like an abattoir. ( f1x ..... probably because he beat the shit out of minsoo in there )

he rolls his eyes, not even looking up from the shot he's currently administering to the golden retriever on the table. seriously, the two of them were ruining his image. it wasn't the most flattering declaration, in the case that he did get clientele. though, he's used to f1x's bullshit by now. picks up a rag off the table on throws it at f1x. " it's your mess, clean it up. " sighs when he hears minsoo gasping for air in the toilet. " you two are a drain on my resources, you know. you guys owe me double. "

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apprehensive, he takes a brief look at the packaging before easing the tiniest bit of coloured juice up the straw. the liquid that hits his tongue tastes like fresh-squeezed lemon juice, straight up. he issues a put-out exhalation, shaking his head slightly to clear out the sting, turns to her with a half-amused glare, " are you trying to make me one of your patients? if that's your master plan ... i have to say, it's sort of working. " takes another tiny sip of the sour drink - it's an acquired taste. a little dash of sugar would make it better. it's drinkable, but that doesn't mean he'll stop complaining about it.

looks down the alleyway onto the main street. " you should make use of your break ... or what's left of it. grab something to eat before your other shift starts. "

@cardiolog1st / Continued from (x)

Pokes the straw through the hole with the precision of a woman who spends her days sticking acupuncture needles into people - and pulls a face at him. "So what if I am? Don't tell me you're too old for juice." Nobody is too old for juice, not even him and his serious face, serious aura, old beyond his age seeming self. Sticks out her chin at the drink in his hand. “ - I definitely poisoned it - with lemons." If he looked at the packaging he would see the picture of the yellow fruit in question, hiding JUST behind the apple - Tang Sanyue takes a satisfied sip of her own regular, SWEETENED apple juice. Crosses her arms, pronouncing with a particular glimmer in her eyes, " - No sweets for rivals."